[written in Reikspiel]
I can see it happening before my eyes. What once happened to me, happening to others. Lucille. Tali. Confronted by the nature of this place, there are really only three choices: bend, break, or die. A hero can shine like a beacon for a while but inevitably such things must come to an end: after all, where is the Test if there is no evil to vanquish?
I remember Lucille when she was a student. Naive, idealistic. I condescended to her, then, for not being ready for the world she was to face. How I miss that innocence lost. Now I wonder if there is something crawling behind her eyes.... but then, isn't there something crawling behind all of our eyes?
A lucky few might escape, like Carine or Petra, but those are merely exceptions to an otherwise rarely unyielding rule. Bend, break, or die.
I can see the fault lines in my face when I look at myself in the mirror. Nobody else can see them, but I know they're there, underneath the skin. Perhaps if I break enough, she will slouch through to be born.